It wasn't until the end of the Expulsion of the Black Gate and after knowing all the vassals of the battle that Essidor knew why Thranduil had accepted it so calmly at this time. Now, Essidor, who knows nothing, intends to give Thranduil a farewell ceremony.www.biquge.info In his opinion, being able to calmly accept the fate of the coming death and death is also worthy of his salute for this courage alone.

The accident happened when the noble human prince saluted the elven king. Essidor felt that his eyes were empty, and Thrandil, who was too fast, had already walked a few steps away, but the advisor who had been standing behind the Elven King was directly in front of Essidor and accepted the salute.

Even at the height of the battle for the throne, Essidor did not bend over his opponent with his sword. Essidor was furious when he found himself saluting an advisor who, instead of kneeling down like the other humans, confronted him with his eyes.

He was well aware of the identity of the advisor. The importance of this official position depended on whether the king valued the advisers themselves. If the advisor can gain enough trust from the king, he can become another incarnation of the king. If the king does not pay attention to it at all, the adviser is only a little higher than the attendant. The advisors to the king of the woodlands did not even have the right to fight with the king, and were apparently not taken seriously. Enraged, Essidor did not hesitate to raise his foot and kick at Vernor. He didn't expect that it was just a random kick, and the other party actually bit his lip and half-knelt on the ground, and also kicked out his chance of survival during the Battle of Graton Plains in the 2nd year of the Third Age.

The Elven King, who had walked back quickly, picked up his advisor with his incomparably noble hands, squinted his eyes at Essidor, and helped Vernore away without saying a word.

Thranduil knew there was no time.

Although he promised to tear down the walls in five days, he sensed that the Black Gate would not be reopened in five days. Maybe there were only three days, and he had to finish the battle in three days that he was not sure of, and the Sylvan elves had at least half of the casualties. Of course, there was also enough to tie up Vernor to Lindil.

"Well, for the sake of having to accept an impossible victory, I promise you. Elrond, who was extremely unhappy with a strand of hair, didn't bother to look at Thranduil, and turned his back and said, "If you really can't come back, I will arrange your advisor." It's okay to leave the battlefield or continue as a consultant at Rivendell. However, I don't believe you really have any doubts about the war......"

Elrond, who had not received any response for a long time, turned around, only to find that the elves who had asked for him had long since left.

"This guy didn't even say goodbye to me if he asked for it. Thinking that this might be the last time he would see Thrandil, Elrond forgot about his hair and gave a hug to the distant figure.

Hurrying back to the king's tent, Vernor rose from a pile of maps and books and saluted him. Her expression was always indifferent, and she looked a little anxious. Although she said, "There must be a way", she could not hide her worry. Thranduil knew that the reason why she didn't feel the sadness of life and death with other creatures was because she had no intention of going to the seemingly dead end together. Fortunately, it was arranged. Before the battle began, soldiers would come and tie her up and take her to Lindil, who was stationed at the Black Gate Swamp.

Pulling aside all the maps and books on the table, the Elven King took his best wine and poured two glasses. He was very satisfied with the change from drinking from afar to drinking together.

The glass was not caught by the other elf, and the blue eyes behind the mask approached with care.

"Thrandil, I can empathize with your helplessness and pain at the meeting. But that's not a reason for you to give up on yourself!" she flipped through a pile of books and held it up to him. "Let's study the battle for a few days. At least think about the tactics that the enemy might use?"

"What is there to study here?" Thranduil replied with a sneer, bringing the glass to his lips. "As long as a general with a little common sense sees that wall being torn down, he must order all the strong orcs to press it up. Every general at the meeting also knew that this would be the result. ”

"Okay. I'll admit it, so they didn't mention anything about being willing to send reinforcements at all. And what about the reinforcements that Isild has brought, are you acceptable?"

"Don't think about it! Except for the 3,000 cavalry that Isild lost to me, the other reinforcements will definitely stand behind the Woodland King's division. Depending on the situation of the battle, they will choose to rush up and beat the Reservoir Dogs, or ......" Thranduil shrugged his shoulders and smiled in a playful tone, "Receive the crippled elves and supplies left behind by the Woodland Kingdom." Okay, let's not talk about that much. Vernor, I have something for you to do. ”

The King of the Woodlands rose from his chair and held out his hands to Vernor. "There's one thing you must do to the king's orders! Reach for your hand, and I'll teach you how to use your senses to transmit battle commands. In case of any contingencies, you can command the Sylvan elves at the necessary moments. Or when I lose the ability to transmit, you can command them to rescue me. ”

After hearing the word "rescue", Vernor solemnly took off his gloves and put his hand into Thranduil's wide palm. As her hands were tightly wrapped in her scarred palms, she closed her eyes as instructed by the other. But for a moment, a strange sensation came from the palm of his hand and went straight to his mind. It was hard for her to articulate the sensation, only to notice the slight fluttering of the hair in the hood, and the countless forest spirits in view.

Reluctantly letting go of Vernor's hand, Thranduil picked up the glass again. "Remember this feeling, it will be in your mind, and when you summon it with your mind, it will make you give simple commands. That's enough. ”

Enough for you to use your wisdom and this skill to own the Great Green Forest after I leave. You will keep the green forest forever, and I will find my way back. Let it all be a gift to thank you for being with me.

Thranduil laughed proudly at the thought that once he left this world, Vernor could easily dismantle the possession of the Sylvan elves by releasing the same sense of perception as the king of the forest. He had no idea that a thousand years after giving Vernor his ability to control the battlefield, he would imprison the other party for it.